"It's been two weeks. Where the hell is he?" Yoongi, though previously against Jungkook even coming around to your apartment, is now currently upset that he's not here. He hasn't shown his face to anyone. Not even Namjoon.

In the days that have come and gone, you've only been able to recall two other memories, both of which just don't seem all that important at a time like now. With Jungkook gone, you've got absolutely no answers.

It only muddles your feelings. Past you obviously loved Namjoon, but current you is strung up on Jungkook - the version of him that you drew. You know it's not the real him. But sweet, endearing, and not-as-innocent-as-he-seems Jungkook is hard to just let go of.

You fear that when you learn what he did, the feelings you're trying to hold onto will just get lost in the turbulence of your mixed emotions.

Maybe this is why you aren't remembering anything. Because though you want to learn about what happened and know how to, you mostly don't want to relive the horror.

"He said he was going to fix things," Namjoon defends Jungkook, which despite everything, has started to become a habit of his. You think it's partially due to the guilt of what you did, but Namjoon is even more caring than Jungkook.

That's one of the reasons you found comfort in him, and likely why you fell in love with him too. But right now you only find it annoying.

Namjoon sighs. "We need to give him time."

"We can't keep living our lives around him, Joon," Taehyung intercedes.

The three men in your apartment had come over for dinner, but the ramyeon you made is beginning to get cold over their debate. It's been the same thing day after day.

They never talk about anything else. You realize how right Taehyung is from where you sit alone at the dinner table.

"Yeah, that fucking sick bastard hurt Y/n. I've wasted 14 days on this shit. I'm supposed to be producing music with you right now!"

They all immediately become silent as the words carelessly slip out of your brother's mouth.

At first, the statement goes right over your head, but you're quick to reel back what he said in your mind.

Producing music with who right now?

You snap your narrowed gaze to your brother, who's returning a wide-eyed expression like he's just been caught in the worst possible situation. That's saying something because based on their implications, what Jungkook did is unfathomable.

Yoongi quickly looks away, his cheeks warming into a soft pink.

"Shit," he curses and covers his mouth with a hand. He shoots Taehyung a pleading glance.

Taehyung just takes a step back with his palms in the air. "Nope, count me out. You're on your own."

You lick your lips with a scrutinizing glare and huff. "What the fuck did you just say?"

On any other occasion, your brother would chide you for swearing, but if what he said was true, that he and Namjoon are supposed to be working together on music right now, then that means...

Namjoon is RM.

RM is Namjoon.

What the fuck?

You glimpse at Yoongi then Namjoon. Back and forth, wondering what the hell is going on.

You tell yourself there's no way Namjoon is a renowned music producer. He lives in the same crappy apartment complex that you do. If he is RM, he could easily afford someplace much nicer than this.

But, with how shaken up Yoongi looks, Taehyung bowing out, and Namjoon not refuting what was said, the more it seems like it's true.

"Please tell me joking," you breathe out a laugh, but the three of them do nothing to affirm it.

You stand, walking to where the three of them crowd around the entrance to the compact kitchen.

Namjoon, who had been leaning against the doorframe, is upright, his arms uncrossing and falling to his sides. "Y/n, we weren't supposed to tell you because it might affect the way you remember it."

You don't understand how Namjoon and Yoongi lying about what they do for work has anything to do with Jungkook. Nor do you understand why they couldn't just tell you. You're friends, and Yoongi is your brother.

Do they not trust you? It's not like you'd go shouting to the world about RM's real identity.

Your eyebrows pinch together, lips pursed. "This is ridiculous. So you're just not going to tell me anything now? Are you going to keep everything a secret from me? It's bad enough I can't remember what happened, but this too?"

"You'll understand when you remember," Namjoon mumbles, not wanting to upset you anymore than you already are.

To you, all you hear is his caring, sympathetic tone. It's irking. "You know what?"

Taehyung proceeds to take another step back, whispering, "I had nothing to do with this."

"Fuck you, Namjoon, and fuck Jungkook."

Cerulean starts to wisp into the outer corners of your vision, clouding your eyes more and more as the curses roll off your tongue. You told yourself you'd be patient, wait it out and remain calm, but you can't help but feel like you don't really belong here, constantly being left out of the loop.

"Fuck all of this!"

Turning to leave and take a break from whatever the hell has become of your life, you stop short as your head begins to throb. You wince, placing a hand to your forehead, groaning at the sudden pain.

Finding support on the wall beside Namjoon, your knees wobble underneath you. Suddenly, you feel very weak.

Before you hit the ground, a pair of arms wrap around you.

×××××××

"I'm done." A sneer escapes.

Jungkook, in an attempt to explain himself, grips onto one of your wrists, keeping you in place. "Y/n, please..."

"No!" You yank your arm from his grasp, refusing to look at him. "You can't just spill everyone else's secrets to try and validate yours. Namjoon is a music producer, but you..." Taking a moment to recollect your thoughts and the anger that courses through your body, you lower your voice in defeat.

This can't be the same Jungkook you fell in love with. He wouldn't have done this to you. He wouldn't be standing there in your bedroom lying to your face.

"What you did is unforgivable." You try to steady your breathing but every word comes out with a quiver of air.

Jungkook doesn't reach for you, but you can sense his hesitation to not hold you, to keep you from leaving.

"I-I didn't mean for it to get this far," he responds in a breathless whisper. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

What he says tugs at your aching heart.

It sounds like he's being sincere, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't change what he did.

Jungkook may still look the same with his ebony hair flicked out at the ends and deep brown eyes you could stare at forever, but he's different. Entirely.

To flaunt you around in front of complete strangers, people that were far more dangerous than he could possibly anticipate is upsetting. But even if they were human, it wouldn't change that what he did was wrong. It didn't change how it put you in harm's way.

Maybe, if the demons taunting you weren't real, Jungkook may have gotten away with it. Then you would've never known, but you don't know what's worse. Not ever finding out or the current situation.

"But you did," you reply in a breathless whisper. "If you loved me, you would've never done any of this in the first place."

Truly, that's what hurts the most. That you never meant as much to him as you thought you did. You feel your already fragile heart crack.

Jungkook lunges for you, to grasp your hand once more in his own, but you step back, receding into the warmth of Namjoon's chest. His arms wrap protectively around you.

The guilt in Jungkook's demeanor breaks. His lips form a thin line, and his eyes darken in a glare that sends a shiver down your spine.

It's a side of Jungkook you've never seen before. The part of him that allowed for everything to happen.

"I see," his tone cools, eerily calm. "I'm not the one to blame. You are."

Something sharp cuts the air.

"So cliché. Honestly, I should've seen it coming," Jungkook continues, not moving from where he stands. "What's worse is that they told me, and I refused to believe it. That you would leave me for my best friend.

"I don't know why you're playing the victim here and trying to shift the fault. Clearly, you're looking for a good fuck. No one's more experienced than an Incubus. I was doing you a favor."

It suddenly becomes hard to breathe as he takes a step forward, the light fully capturing the coldness in his expression.

"The least you can do is say thank you."

Your cracked heart hammers in your chest.

He's gone. The man you loved is gone, and in his place is complete, utter darkness.

"What's wrong with you?" The question mirrors your disbelief and intense fear, but it doesn't come from you.

Glimpsing worriedly at Namjoon, you cocoon yourself further against him. His body heat doing nothing to keep you from shaking.

Jungkook laughs. It sounds just as disturbed as everything else about him. "That's a bit hypocritical coming from you, Namjoon."

"I didn't mean for this to happen."

"First stealing my girlfriend, and now you're stealing my lines. Is anything you have actually yours? Or do you steal your songs too?"

Namjoon tightens his hold on you, but it's not out of anger. "I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work. I'm sorry, Kook. I truly am, and if this is why you did it, then... I'll take the blame."

Jungkook let's out a restrained sigh. "Don't you ever get tired of being the good guy?"

When Namjoon doesn't answer, he just shakes his head. Because Jungkook knows that his best friend never will. It's in his nature.

Just like it's in Jungkook's to be bad.

In his defense, he did have his heart broken first.

a/n: bit of a longer update this time, which is much needed as i just went on an unprecedented hiatus without not warning whatsoever, and i'm so sorry about that TT so much has happened and i don't really want to get into it, but i am here now and ready to update my books until my fingers bleed. not really but you get what i mean. i am desperate to get back into writing and posting chapters for my books. this is the first of many to come so i hope you'll keep an eye out :)